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The NY EBS
There is talk of war.
There is rumor and propaganda.
There is concern and worry.
No one wants to die.
No one wants to die,
for no reason at all.
Where is the positive
in that death,
the "heroic" story... ?
There is none, and will never
be any, except the misery, and pain
without gain for any man, or woman... alive.
Commercials on the air,
New York despair,
put your head down, to the ground...
as you hear the pound, pound, pound!
While you are there...
pray for one another,
and before your last breath include
peace among and for ALL!
Duck and cover in the 50s
seems like child's play now.
All the players are all grown up.
They have become big fish too,
in their small freshwater ponds
scattered around the world.
Size matters because a splash felt there,
will be felt here, before the end of days.
No one will escape.
There are no survivors,
only the remainders,
on their knees before God.
Asking not for mercy,
as they know it is far beyond that point,
racking up the number they killed.
Asking instead for grace, in desperation,
before the nations fall to the dogs.
I’ve mastered the art of the double knot
forgotten most of what I’ve been taught
my cuffs are frayed by elbows worn
my favorite jacket sewed where torn
the holes in my jeans – work put them there.
I didn’t pay extra for a fashionista tear
The words that I speak are simple and true
yet those that will listen are distant and few
now sadly it seems that in moments pensive
“someone” finds what I said “somehow” offensive
to someone who lives in a past “reconstructed”
or worse in a world that’s been “self” destructed.
I’ve worked for the planet – forever recycled
and before it was “fashionable” – yes! I bi-cycled
through traffic and pot holes in sunshine and rains
over crisscrossing tracks of ever late trains
through the streets of the city, the suburbs – for fun
cuz my knees hurt so much I could no longer run.
I drove tiny cars that strained on hills steep
no activist here – I was just cheap
So after you rant and rave and shout
Gather your sneakers and throw them all out
John G. Lawless
©12/15/2021
The Cosmos hold all we know,
Releasing pieces as we go,
Showing us where we need to grow,
Bestowing lessons for progression,
While holding your best impression,
It's whole intention is evolution,
Revolution after revolution,
Clearing the pollution from our mind,
Using circumstances we find,
To remind us of the past,
The last performance you had,
Graduating into the present,
Representing who you are,
A star of the Cosmos,
More powerful than you know,
You're creating this show,
The Cosmos glow for you,
Holding what you came to do.
Waiting for you to come through,
Looking for a different view.
Our uniquely beautiful blue planet billions of years old,
formed as a matchless marvel owing to cosmic contribution,
survived eons of trying times of tectonic turmoil untold.
Fostered diversified life in the tree of patterned evolution,
nurtured the pristine innate splendor like a loving mother
amidst the enveloping noxious haze of industrial pollution.
The stride of civilization scripted stark dismal story another,
we’re tripping the critical balance usurping the green canopy,
for progress the fragile ecosystem we don’t bother to smother.
Rampant growth is crossing sustainable limits ever so rapidly,
and to face the bleak future dawning the doom’s day we wait,
as the ravaged verdant terrains inflict climate change calamity.
It’s time the delicate poise of nature’s harmony we don’t berate,
for earth’s precious resources to the future generation we delegate.
March 7, 2021
I had a dream that I was the President of the USA and this
is what I would do to make my country strong again. . .
Get every single citizen vaccinated for Covid 19 and variants
Work with advisors on ways to open up the economy
Implement a plan to help citizen find jobs, shelter and food
Work with Border Authorities to open up the borders
For sure make the "Dreamers" USA citizens
Release Mexican children held in cages and unite with family
Work to achieve Climate Change with advisors and scientist
Form a plan to reduce pollution in the rivers, lakes and oceans
Find ways to help endangered species and loss of habitat
Put a stop to import of trophy hunter kills from other countries
Work to create a friendly relations with Canada and Mexico
Respect the rights and treaties of the native Indians
Put into action an end to police brutality with zero tolerance
Work on how to end racial prejudice for all races and religions
Create a great health care plan for all citizens
Improve relations with allies and all countries of the world
Work on gun reforms making ownership more restrictive
Make prison sentences have no option for parole or pardons
Show compassion in times of national or world tragedy
Do everything in my power to make USA strong
______________________
February 10, 2021
Poetry/List/If I Were
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1327-582-10
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, If I Was President
sponsor, Matt Caliri, Judged 03/19/2021
Third Place
This jailer faced death or fullness of life
his voice was a cry of real desperation
he knew his boss would spare no mercy
such was his sinful state in utter pollution
The apostle Paul's words brought hope
hope to believe on God's own son
this jailer looked believingly on the Lord
salvation came for great transactions done
The witness of Paul and Silas proved
God blesses our faithful witness of joy
singing praises of their untold grace
that's for many women, girl, men, and boy
God seeks you this day my friend
to believe and trust in the Lord
He's made way open all to heaven
mighty is His name written by His word
('And they said, “Believe in the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved') Acts 16: 31 (ESV)
On a dark, clear night I like to escape the city,
to gaze at the tens of thousands of stars;
and bedazzle my eyes with unfathomable beauty,
oh, there is a whole universe above us.
I am filled with a sense of great wonder and awe,
the constellations and stars are like familiar friends;
I would like to swing on the Big Dipper,
and float amongst the star clusters and galaxies.
Far from the city's sprawling lights and pollution,
a silent symphony is playing of elegant design;
oh, to voyage beyond this earthly realm,
into the night sky and beyond.
__________________________
April 16, 2017
Verse/A Silent Symphony
Copyright Protected, ID 892918
Stargazing
White Wolf
The Day is Coming
By Franklin Price
3/29/2015
The day is coming, April one
The day for fools to have some fun
Much fooling time already spent
By those who run for president
Make fools of us with what they say
We're fools to listen anyway
Best ear plug our auditory
Than to hear those fools in all their glory
And what about those Super Packs?
Who support those fools and have their backs
Unlimited funds for them to sway
Those who vote to poll their way
What selfish fools Pack people are
Funds better spent on open bar
Then fools they could inebriate
To vote their foolish candidate
The internet changed everything
Allowed the Packs to do their thing
Would have us fools believe it all
The tales they tell are very tall
Let's show those Packs on voting day
That we the people have a say
Fend for yourself and vote your choice
Show those fools, we fools, still have a voice
"Life is a tapestry with the journey of our existence
woven within the twisted, hued threads . . . ."
Quote by _Constance
I watched the sunset today
oh, it was so beautiful
the suns healing rays washed over me
with mauve, purple and blue hues in the sky
as the clock of my existence ticked away
I watched till it slipped away
my life has been like a meandering stream
with calmness, and wild turns and dips
my existence from birth a difficult journey
the wheels of time will never stop turning
even when I am still
weaving a tapestry of my existence
creating a map of my life
sometimes I am floating in a vast sea
with no destination chartered
and no shore in sight
the depth of my fear is an endless puzzle
oh yes, it is true
life is a circle from birth to death and beyond
I am on a journey as my clock ticks, ticks, ticks
when I am broken
I am like a flower with wilted petals
like a butterfly with damaged wings
and my poetic pen is empty of words
and my muse flown away
my soul waiting
I fold my petals, I fold my wings
and God whispers fear not dear one
the gates of Heaven will open
to a new forever, ever existence
then, suddenly I am colors
I am a bird soaring, flying, flying, flying
I am powerful, so powerful
yet, I weep, weep, weep
at the pollution, wars, starvation on earth
the effects of global warming, the storms
earthquakes, the death of forests, loss of habitate
for God's beloved creatures, the use of guns
the race and religious unfairness
but I am powerful
I will work to make a difference in my short time
as the clock of my existence clicks, clicks, clicks
as my existence fades
I breathe for I am the answer
each of us can be the way
in some small way
Human negotiations
Vs Computer Network
Is by what operated
What is its Inherent Framework
Wealth signifier of power
Power to key as directed
Energy charge is complying
For bias of them rejecting
Programs of their intents
Dumbing and hiding real
This is Computer sintax
And they shall this sintax fear
Carrier each of speeching
The registrations of noding
And this triangle busted
Surphace is now folding
Will you believe what believe they
In order achieveing the goal
This play is quite exquisite
And this one is kinda foul
Surphace is now folding
The foliation of vertice
I nothing in fact Snowden
I measure the rockets lattice
Fuel does burn in the engine
Energy thrust production
Rhyme to the engine is destine
Pollution we crave reduction
What does it take to achieve this
If gallop is humans polling
What a c4aZY IDEA
Program of hours rolling
Entropy is the question
Unneeded and odd action
Thrashed by the plastic beaches
Manufacturing, manufacturing
Planet for them to save so
For them is the planet surphase
The planet has HEAVY CENTER
Program of ours rolling
Opinions loose value
A fly in enclosed Shinkansen
This is the fine training
And this is sorta redundant
Independense of thought
Is in fact
In true turns the rather dependent
What an OXYMORON
Who is in fact defendant